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Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST] “Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared. "I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!” As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! EXCERPT: “Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. “Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. “Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims. “You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” “How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” “You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?” = This is an original work - do not steal! Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

Taoist6GPenguin · Urban
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347 Chs

Start Telling Me The Truth

"Okay, we'll talk more about it later. Didn't you want to do something about the laptop? I'm thinking of smashing it with the fire-extinguisher in the corridor."

At her words, Jingwei gave a tired chuckle, lifting his head to smile at her. Xue Ning felt that anxious knot in her heart ease when she saw it. He could still smile! Surely things weren't that terrible.

"Let's save that for the worst case scenario," Jingwei said as he reluctantly let go of Xue Ning's addictive hold to sit back down on the chair, ready to fix his mess. Hopefully, he wasn't too late - although, it would serve him right if he was! That was just what he was like before, wasn't he, too late, too slow, too -

"Jingwei," Xue Ning's voice cut through the fog in his mind, like a lighthouse guiding him on a dark stormy night. "Get to work. Or I'll get the fire extinguisher."